ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

getting to know you, getting to know all about you…

by theuglyearring

we know losing it tagged us because she wanted us to confess that the child star of Oliver! sent us a Valentine card once upon a time, but we’ll never fess up. Instead, we’ll share some random, meaningless information about the ugly earring.

The rules:
– Link to the person that tagged you
– Post the rules on your blog
– Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
– Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs (I’m only doing 3 because I’m a rebel like that)
– Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website

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Well, here goes:

1. i was a mat maid (wrestlerette) in high school. (i also wore L.A. gear sneakers).

2. i’ve almost overcome my shopping addiction. it was so bad that a girlfriend and i actually had to create a friendship clause to avoid committing shoppers’ hari kari. we turned into cat-fightin’ hysterical women when we were together, especially near melrose ave or in a thrift store. in order to safeguard our friendship and have money for rent, we were not allowed to shop together. (but when we broke the rule, it was so much fun!)

4. in elementary school, i tried out for the role of juliet in our school’s production of romeo and juliet (i didn’t get it) and then i tried out for juliet’s nurse (didn’t get that either), and then a singing street lady (nope, not that one either). So, what part did i get?

the prologue:

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

[Exit.]

5. somewhere in the jungles of thailand, my cousin (who i’m partially named after) is a madame of a brothel (according to my mother who has a tendency to embelish stories and would probably say “no, she’s not–who told you that?” if you ever asked her. i’ve decided i like this story and am keeping it as is).

Put all but 1 Tbs of the olive oil and the anchovies in a large skillet over a low heat and cook, stirring until the anchovies disolve.

Add the garlic and cook for about 15 seconds, taking care not to brown it (garlic gets bitter if browned)

Raise the heat to a medium-high and add the tomatoes, and juice, with a pinch of salt. When the sauce comes comes to a boil, turn the heat down and simmer until the tomatoes have reduced and separated from the oil. This will probably take 20-40 minutes.

Remove from the heat and set aside. If you want, you can now refrigerate the sauce and save for the next day.

Bring 4 quarts of water to a boil in a large pot, add 1 tbs of salt, and drop in the pasta all at once, stirring until the strands are submerged. If you have a smaller pot, you can use less than 4 quarts of water, but you must constantly stir the spaghetti for one minute.

When the pasta is halfway done, return the skillet with the sauce to a medium heat, adding the oregano, capers, and olives.

When the pasta is cooked al dente, drain and toss with the sauce in the skillet over a low heat, adding the remaining tablespoon of olive oil.